Sunday, October 25, 2009 23:01:00
I wanted to forget him, yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice was still there. And somehow there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I'd envision his face -- not as it had been the last night in the fire, but on other nights, that last evening he spent with us at home, his hand playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A sickness rose in me more wretched than anguish when I saw what my dreams were doing. I wanted him alive!
-Louis, Interview With A Vampire PFT. 一定有不寻常的关系
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